Mandy's He-Man

by Donna Gallagher

  She continued running her hands and fingers over JT’s abdominal muscles. He had more than a six pack—more like eight well-defined, separate ridges. Each ridge got harder, almost flexing under her touch, as Mandy stroked and rubbed. Then, ignoring JT’s growl of disapproval, she changed course and moved to the end of the bath, rubbed her palm up one hard foot and over his thick ankle, felt the coarse hair that covered his shin, then travelled past his knee and up his rock-hard thighs before repeating the action on the other leg.

  JT was breathing heavily, the sound clearly audible in the quiet room, mixed with the sounds of water lapping against the bath. Mandy finally gave up on her slow, deliberate torture and took JT’s thick, hard cock in both hands, the tip bobbing out of the water. She massaged that warm, silky-smooth appendage with one hand after the other, sliding up and down from the base to the rounded head. JT bucked in time with her movements. Mandy felt moisture weep from her folds as her nipples, puckered and hard, bumped the cold side of the bath. She moaned.

  She was so hot. She climbed into the water, sliding her sopping wet entrance over JT’s engorged penis, and sat, engulfing him completely, her legs folded on either side of him. JT reached for her but she knocked his hand away, whispering, as she began to rock up and down on him, “This is my time, He-Man… You just lie back, watch and feel.”

  Mandy studied JT’s face intently, looking for clues as to what was the best motion to pleasure him. She was so close to orgasm herself that she decided to help along her own release, so she could concentrate fully on JT’s needs. Mandy sat back a little and pushed two fingers in past her wet, swollen lips in search of her clit, and began to swirl her fingers over the sensitive nub. With her free hand, she squeezed one of her nipples. Rocking and moaning, she brought herself over the precipice.

  Before the wave of pleasure had dissolved, JT began thrusting up into her. It took him only seconds to reach his own climax.

  Getting out of the bath, Mandy could not help but feel satisfaction with her seduction technique—pleasuring JT was so very fulfilling and exceptionally rewarding. As was the sight of JT as he stood with water dripping from his body. It was like seeing water falling from a statue, or from the body of a mythical god. Her man was awesome in the nude.

  She rubbed at him with a towel, drying him off, until he picked her up and walked with her to the bedroom.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Their lovemaking had been monumental, a feast of pleasure so fulfilling it took all that was left of JT’s energy to gather Mandy to his chest and stumble to her bed. Holding Mandy tightly, JT whispered for her to sleep. She looked so beautiful in her slumber. JT felt the sense of protectiveness grow stronger as he gazed lovingly at his woman. She was so small, yet so vibrant and alive. JT would never in a million years understand how anyone could cause her harm.

  “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. You are safe now. I’ll protect you,” JT whispered to her sleeping form. He lightly kissed Mandy’s cheek and pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her body. His mind drifted back to the pleasure she had just given him. He had been enthralled, had never experienced anything as intimate or as erotic as what he had just experienced with Mandy.

  JT was hard again—hard as a post. All his reminiscing and the feel of Mandy’s warm backside against him had his cock full and ready for action. He should let her sleep, though. God, the woman certainly deserved the rest after what she had been through just that day.

  You’re a selfish prick. Forget about your dick and go to sleep, JT cursed himself.

  He distracted himself by thinking about the following morning’s training run, therefore managing to find a semblance of control, enough to try to sleep. Just as JT had settled down, he heard a whimpering sound. Confused, he tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. It took him a moment to realise that the pitiful sound was actually coming from Mandy.

  She was crying in her sleep. She moaned, then cried out, “No!” and “Please, stop!”

  She was having a nightmare, JT finally realised. He shook her shoulders gently.

  “Baby, Mandy, wake up. It’s just a bad dream. I’ve got you… Shhh…”

  It broke his heart to watch the fear cloud Mandy’s eyes as she sat up abruptly, her arms flailing out wildly. A scream tore from her throat as she scrambled from the bed to tumble onto the floor.

  “Mandy, stop, you’ll hurt yourself. It’s me, JT… You’re safe. Come here, baby, come back to me.”

  JT crouched down in front of her, his anger simmering under his skin at the sight of the woman he loved so distraught. He gently gathered her into his arms, then stood and carried her back to bed. She had curled her body into his. JT could feel her tears on his bare skin.

  “Hush now, you’re okay.” He stroked her back, feeling so inadequate over his inability to calm her, to take her fears away. He was like a giant oaf, certainly unable to find the words or deeds to comfort someone as precious as Mandy.

  After what seemed an eternity, Mandy finally raised her tearstained face to his and kissed him. It took JT by surprise as he felt her lips on his, but too quickly they were gone again.

  “JT, I’m so sorry. I was having a nightmare. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I have them all the time. I usually don’t sleep very well and spend most nights working on my designs to keep the dreams at bay. This is the first one I’ve had since we’ve shared a bed—I feel so safe held in your arms. It must be because of what happened today. God, was that only today? He’s really worked me over, has turned me into a basket-case. I just can’t seem to shake the fear off. I want to… I feel so helpless and I hate it. But the things he did to me—I should have fought more, left him after the first time…but I didn’t.” Mandy shivered, and another throaty sob tore from her mouth.

  “You have me now. I love you, Mandy, and no-one will hurt you again, least of all that lowlife scum. If I even catch sight of him in the same suburb as you, I’ll make him wish he had never been born.” JT growled, the sound low in his throat. He was trying not to scare her any more than she already was, but he was so filled with absolute rage, the need, desire to rip Con apart with his bare hands was all but overwhelming him.

  “Just hold me, JT. I feel safe with you. I can see the warm, safe colours now. They are washing away the fear. You do that for me—bring me peace. Just like you saved me physically at the club, you can also save me mentally… Hold me tight.”

  “Always, Mags, always. Whatever you need, I’m there for you.” JT held her tightly, afraid he might be causing her pain because his grip was so strong, but his need to hold Mandy was just as strong as her need to be held.

  * * * *

  JT jerked awake. He hadn’t thought he would be able to fall asleep after Mandy’s nightmare, but he obviously had. He looked over at the clock on the bedside table—it was nearly eight, and Brodie would soon be waiting downstairs for him to go to the recovery session. JT was opposed to the thought of leaving this warm bed, and was still concerned for Mandy. He hoped she was feeling better, because he’d have to go. He did have time to remind Mandy she was his, though…

  “Hey, gorgeous. As much as I hate the thought, I have to leave for a while, but before I go, come for me,” JT whispered into Mandy’s ear.

  JT pulled Mandy’s bottom against his erection and pushed his finger into her pussy. He stroked and plunged one, then another into her tight channel, feeling the moisture build. To his delight, Mandy’s body started to move, to dance in response to his intimate caress. JT drew his fingers from her warmth and licked the juices that covered them, before returning them inside her hot, wet and throbbing pussy. He speared in and out while he pushed the knuckle of his thumb on her clit.

  “Come for me now,” JT demanded as he nipped at Mandy’s earlobe.

  And she did, pushing hard into his hand and crying out his name.

  “That was a small token of my thanks for giving me such a special night last night. I love you, Mandy. Go back to sleep—it’s sti
ll early. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

  JT reluctantly left the bed and the warmth of her body before taking one last look at her, curled up and surrounded by the many snakes that made up the intricate features of her bed’s frame. The eyes glittered at him, as if in confirmation that the snakes were protecting their sleepy queen.

  * * * *

  Mandy snuggled back into the warm bed. She could still smell JT and the musky odour of sex on her sheets. She smiled up at her snakes happily, the horrors of her nightmare having been lessened by the light of day and the sated feel of her body, thanks to JT.

  “Girls, what do you think? Am I one lucky woman, or what?” She spoke as if the snakes would answer her, before shutting her eyes and falling back into a deep and restful sleep. She dreamt of JT and how wonderful her life was turning out to be.

  Mandy could hear a banging sound, and she slowly opened her eyes, still half asleep, wishing the sound would go away.

  Someone was knocking on her door. Loudly.

  “I’m coming… Just give me a sec.” She squealed when it finally dawned on her that it was JT, back after training, and immediately jumped into action. She ran for the door, shrugging into her robe on the way, trying not to trip over the fabric in her haste.

  JT didn’t have a key. She would be sorting that problem out immediately, she thought as she threw open the door to reveal the breathtaking sight of a smiling JT. He was holding take-away coffee cups and a brown paper bag.

  “I’m sorry, Jon,” Mandy said as she dragged him inside. “I was still asleep. Someone gave me a new type of sleeping medication, and it worked—nothing like a good orgasm to relax you, I always say,” she added with a cheeky grin. “Mmmm… Is that coffee?”

  JT had bought croissants as well, so Mandy placed all the food out on her worktable, the memory of how she and JT had used it only nights ago making her blush. As if reading her mind, JT mentioned something about preferring the spread from a few days ago as he parted her robe and stroked her bare leg.

  “Could life get any better?” Mandy happily asked.

  Unfortunately, that happiness was quickly shadowed, as JT explained the team was leaving on Wednesday and travelling to Townsville for the game on Friday night. They would not be returning until Saturday. He didn’t want to leave Mandy alone. He wanted to go with her today and organise the AVO against Con. He even asked her to travel to Townsville and meet him up there.

  Mandy was happy JT was concerned for her safety, and agreed to go to the police station, but not to meeting up with him in Townsville. As much as she might have liked to visit the North Queensland tropical township, she had to sell her jewellery at the markets. It was what she did for a living, she explained to an unhappy JT, who had even offered to buy all her stock just so she would go with him. Mandy tried to explain to JT how much she loved what she did, just as he loved what he did, and was a bit shocked when he mumbled something about not loving it quite as much as her.

  “Don’t you do this, JT. You go and play. I will be watching the game, probably with Riley and Caitlin—you play for me, make me proud. If you’re good I’ll make it worth your while, He-Man,” Mandy said, trying to sound cheery.

  JT stood and dragged her into his arms, holding her close for a long time before he agreed, somewhat reluctantly.

  * * * *

  Mandy and JT had spent every spare minute together. Mandy had still managed to make plenty of new pieces of jewellery and had even started a sketch of JT—a nude, naturally. Although she never seemed to get very far, since every time she ran her hands over him—for the sake of her art, of course—she was distracted by another round of intense, fulfilling lovemaking, or just good, old-fashioned down-and-dirty sex, depending on the mood.

  JT was easy to be around. He had happily worked at something on his laptop or made phone calls while she’d worked. He and Brodie had trained every day for hours on end, and Caitlin and Mandy had caught up at those times. They had made plans for Mandy to sit with Riley on Friday and watch the game. Caitlin would be singing at Mia’s, so Mandy was going to text the details of the game to Caitlin’s new mobile, courtesy of Brodie. Both she and Caitlin were feeling a bit down at the thought of their men being away, but both had agreed that it was a comfort that they’d have each other for company.

  Mandy kept herself busy after JT left, trying not to worry about his worrying about her. She restocked her plastic tubs with new jewellery pieces ready to sell on the Friday and Saturday markets. She tidied her flat, changed her bedding, even cleaned the glass in the French doors.

  Sleeping in a bed without JT seemed too hard, so on Wednesday night Mandy just worked through.

  On Thursday morning, she fell into bed, exhausted…

  * * * *

  On Friday, Mandy was up early to repack her van with products for the day ahead. She hoped it would go fast, already excited about the thought of seeing JT, even if it was just on the television.

  Mandy was missing JT so much she was shocked at how her body ached for him. No other person in her life had impacted on her as he had. Mandy didn’t even want to think about the other occasions he would be away. Every time her phone rang, Mandy prayed it would be JT just so she could hear his voice. True to his word, JT rang her often during the day.

  That night, Mandy sat with Riley in front of the television, nervously waiting for the action to begin. Mandy recognised the sports commentator Trevor Hughes—she had met him right in this very flat, during that terrible, drama-filled period for Brodie and Caitlin. He had seemed nice enough and was obviously a friend of JT’s. Trevor was talking about the Jets team being favourites to win the game. She listened, interested to hear what he was saying.

  “Jets’ stalwart props, James and Thomson, are in the best form in years. It seems as if they have found a new lease of life. The Townsville forward pack should be prepared for a hard encounter if they plan on stopping the Jets’ momentum.”

  Mandy smiled, wondering a little smugly if she and Caitlin might be to thank for Brodie’s and JT’s ‘new lease of life’.

  “The Jets’ halfback, Mitchell Harris,” the commentator continued, “is really maturing as a player and young man under the guidance of the Jets’ coaching staff and strong mentors like James and Thomson. In fact, I have been informed by a reliable source that a few days ago, Harris went to the aid of a young woman who was being assaulted.”

  Mandy’s stomach dropped when she heard Trevor comment about what had happened to her and Rookie. She was not really happy that it was now public.

  “At least my name wasn’t used, though,” she murmured at the television screen, relieved.

  The game was harder for Mandy to watch than she had expected. She had thought seeing a game live at the ground was bad, not realising that the close-up shots of the action would make the play look even more brutal, not to mention the slow-motion replays that showed every tackle, hit and knock. Mandy could even hear the sounds of impact as bodies slammed together. The North Queensland team remained in the lead for most of the game.

  Mandy nearly fell off the sofa when a very close-up shot of JT showed blood streaming down his face.

  “Oh, my God!” she cried out as the image was displayed on the television screen. Riley—bless his heart—took her hand and told her it was all part of the game, and that JT had bled many times. Riley’s words didn’t really help Mandy all that much. She could not imagine how, if it had been Brodie bleeding the way JT was, she’d be able to describe that, over the phone, to Caitlin in her promised match update.

  The game went right down to the last minute, when a player accurately nicknamed ‘the Flash’ scooted away and scored what ended up being the winning try. The siren sounded soon after, ending the game. The Jets had won.

  Mandy was jumping around the room, high-fiving with Riley, looking like some sort of madwoman, when Riley stopped and pointed to the image of JT on the television screen. Mandy listened to her man’s deep voice as he answered questions about th
e game—he sounded so sexy.

  Mandy’s heart skipped a beat when she heard JT ask if he could send a shout out to his woman at home. “Love you, Mags. See you and Riley soon, gorgeous.”

  Riley bounced around the room, going on and on about everyone hearing JT saying his name on national TV. Mandy felt exactly the same—she didn’t even mind that JT had called her Mags.

  * * * *

  The month of July saw Mandy and JT settle into a familiar pattern—Mandy working while JT went to training, him accompanying her to sell her art at the various markets around Sydney when he could, and Mandy to the league games played at the Jets’ home ground. The happy couple socialised with Brodie, Caitlin and young Riley at least once a week. They ate dinner with JT’s father regularly, and the odd breakfast.

  Riley had stayed over with them one night so Brodie could have a special night out with Caitlin. JT had a ‘cat that swallowed the canary’ look about him all night long. He definitely was a shocker at keeping secrets, Mandy had decided. With all the fuss and secrecy involved, she’d guessed that maybe there was a wedding proposal in Caitlin’s future.

  Just as Mandy had surmised, after a romantic dinner at one of the finest restaurants in Sydney, Brodie had in fact proposed to Caitlin—down on one knee with a pink, heart-shaped, diamond solitaire gold ring held out on offer, Brodie had vowed to look after Caitlin and Riley forever, if she would have him. When an excited, squealing Caitlin had rung to give the good news that she had—of course—said yes, describing the night and Brodie’s promises, Mandy had become so emotional she’d begun to cry with happiness.

  Mandy and JT remained incredibly passionate. A single touch or look made her melt, and her mind usually erupted like a volcano, spewing colour like molten lava. Mandy’s breasts, so used to being aroused, just remained full and almost painful to touch these days. JT always appeared to be hard and ready for her, his appetite insatiable. The busy schedule did take a toll on Mandy, though. By the first week of August, she just couldn’t shake off a tiredness that was draining most of her energy.